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expiration) wrote2013-10-28 10:23 pm
expiration) wrote2013-10-28 10:23 pm
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It had been years since Tsuzuki and Hisoka lost themselves to the underworld, since their bodies and spirits twisted under the pull of hellish impulse. They ruled here, general and lieutenant, undisputed by the demon community. Ambassadors from Meifu were quickly killed or converted, until they stopped arriving altogether. All was as it should be.
But then the pulling started.
It was undoubtedly magical in origin, the sort of pull that crossed barriers demons were traditionally forbidden to pass. They were being sucked from their world and into the next, presumably in the interest of performing some sort of service.
They arrived on the mortal plane in a burst of flame and sulfur. Even at night, the light was harsh, the air stiflingly fresh. The smaller one moved firse, long tail uncoiling until it passed through the smoke, heralding a huge, snakelike creature bearing the torso of a young man. He might have looked almost normal, if it wasn't for his forearms, which darkened until his clawed hands bore a permanent red stain.
He broke from the figure beside him, slithering closer to the human girl and extending a long, forked tongue to sniff the air between them.
"Human plane. Tsuzuki, are you hungry? It's just one soul, but we can share."
But then the pulling started.
It was undoubtedly magical in origin, the sort of pull that crossed barriers demons were traditionally forbidden to pass. They were being sucked from their world and into the next, presumably in the interest of performing some sort of service.
They arrived on the mortal plane in a burst of flame and sulfur. Even at night, the light was harsh, the air stiflingly fresh. The smaller one moved firse, long tail uncoiling until it passed through the smoke, heralding a huge, snakelike creature bearing the torso of a young man. He might have looked almost normal, if it wasn't for his forearms, which darkened until his clawed hands bore a permanent red stain.
He broke from the figure beside him, slithering closer to the human girl and extending a long, forked tongue to sniff the air between them.
"Human plane. Tsuzuki, are you hungry? It's just one soul, but we can share."
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"Asleep, but not so far that her spirit's gone to wander." He reported it properly, then turned away from the sleeping girl in disgust. Honestly. Summoning demons and not even staying awake to make whatever paltry demands she had in mind? Unforgivably rude. "She's covered in sweets. I'll pass on it. Feel free to enjoy her."
He flicked the end of his tail in annoyance, already working his way to the doorway. It wasn't his choice to come hunting, but maybe the girl had more responsible adults sleeping in a different room. Healthier humans made better food, as far as he was concerned."